Rebirth: The Peacock Princess Gave Birth to a Phoenix

I was the Peacock Princess. On the day I came of age, suitors from every corner of the clan gathered, all eager to win my hand.

I chose Silvan, the noble Green Peacock, believing him to be the finest of them all. But after our marriage, I gave birth to a third-tier White Peacock.

When Silvan saw the child, his face twisted with fury. He snatched the baby from my arms, killing it in one brutal motion. In his rage, he attacked me, ripping me apart from neck to feather, and tossed my remains to the wild beasts for their feast.

Meanwhile, my elder sister, who married a second-tier Blue Peacock, gave birth to a rare and magnificent Purple Peacock. Her husband was crowned the new King of All Birds because of their child.

But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I had first chosen Silvan. This time, he publicly rejected me, turning to my sister instead, convinced that marrying her would bring him the coveted Purple Peacock.

I knew then that he had also been reborn. He believed he could change his fate and father a Purple Peacock with her.

But in this lifetime, he wouldn't even be able to produce the humblest Black Peacock.

After the Phoenix clan was wiped out, we peacocks became the new rulers of all birds.

Peacocks came in six colors: mystical black, purple, green, blue, white, and ordinary black. Among them, the mystical black was the most legendary, as no one had seen one in three million years, leading many to believe it was merely a myth from ancient times. Purple peacocks were incredibly rare, appearing only once in a hundred thousand years.

Therefore, in the Peacock clan, green peacocks were considered the most noble, while black peacocks were seen as the lowest of all.

In my father, King Alaric’s generation, he fathered only female peacocks. To ensure the royal lineage, he had no choice but to invite suitors from outside the clan, promising that whoever fathered the most noble offspring with his daughters would inherit the throne.

I was King Alaric’s most beloved daughter, his precious little princess, and the only green peacock among his children. So, on the day I came of age, men from across the land gathered outside the palace, hoping to win my hand.

After a rigorous selection process, I chose Silvan Ravenscroft, another green peacock. King Alaric was very pleased with Silvan; he was strikingly handsome, the most outstanding young man in the clan, and, in King Alaric's eyes, the ideal heir to the throne.

He immediately announced his approval of the match and declared that we would be married soon.

But then, Silvan spoke up, "Your Majesty, I must humbly decline the honor of marrying the Sixth Princess, Aurelia. Instead, I seek the hand of the Second Princess, Celeste."

I had just been reborn when Silvan released my hand, stepped back, and bowed deeply to King Alaric. His words